Poetry from Tasneem Hossain

Middle aged Arabic woman with long curly dark hair and a pink sweater.

The Wise Little Owl

The cute little owl, silent, strong fluffy ball;
captures and charms; brings smiles and joy to all.

With wide open, starry eyes in silence,
watches deep dark night’s stillness, for guidance.

With tiny little wings, it glides through the night;
the magical dance of elegance, in delight.
Soars high in the vast blue sky,
to seven continents and seven seas, he flies;

Stays awake, when the whole world sleeps
and dreams.
Listens to the secret whispers of the night.
Sees beyond the veil of darkness, as in daytime,
Heart full of wisdom, hidden truths come to light.
Sees in the dark, the reality of life.

A World full of hunger, greed, corruption and disease;
grieving animals and humans in need.
Inside their hearts they all bleed; suffer in pain;
for changing conditions, by humans for greed,
and selfish reasons to gain.

Nature’s philosopher, contemplates with patience.

His watchful eyes, guard while you sleep.
Loyal and wise, always there to support and guide;
to surf through life’s dark moments and plight.
Teaches us, even in darkness, there is always light.
Inspires to see beyond darkness, and find our own light.
Enlightens with spiritual insight and connects with the divine.
He is a true friend to see you through the darkest nights.

Be the owl, fearless to soar in the darkness;
Be an owl, find your hidden strength to harness.
Be Lakshmi, the goddess of fortune, wealth, and prosperity.
Be Athena, the virgin goddess of sagacity,
luck and good fortune, in solidarity.

Be the protector of humans and nature all around,
with owl’s silent determination, profound.
Show your strength, that lies within yourself.
With the power of perseverance,
rise silently and powerfully.  

Protect humanity!

The Ever-changing Hues of Life

Misty silence and dewy dreams unfulfilled desires, echo in our hearts. Time marches ahead in days and nights. Measured in different space, Seconds, minutes, days, months and years, They race. The ever changing colours of our lives Grassy greens of summer, Sparkling bright spring flowers amaze. The vast blue canvas of sky changes its shades from blue violet to indigo embrace. Soon brown, dusty fallen leaves and life fades. Summer, winter, rain and spring breeze afresh Blows with calm, gentle grace Essence of life, we love and we breathe again.

Tasneem Hossain, a multi-lingual poet, author, educator, translator and columnist from Bangladesh has left an undeniable mark on the literary world. Tasneem’s works have transcended geographical boundaries, reaching readers from diverse cultures and backgrounds. She has immersed herself in the timeless essence of literary creations. She looks at things with microscopic eyes and finds beauty everywhere. This gifted poet, educator and trainer weaves poetry with an intricate tapestry of words. Her poems are music to the heart and speech of the soul that express different aspects of life, evoking emotions from sadness to happiness.

At the same time, her op-eds and columns create awareness about social and human rights issues- including domestic abuse, war and peace. Her writings are a powerful call to humanity to stand against injustice and war. As an op-ed writer, she has written more than 155 articles. Publications: The Pearl Necklace, Floating Feathers and Grass in Green (poetry) and Split and Splice (selected articles). As an op-ed writer, she has written 165 articles. Winner of The International Literary Association Creative Tribune, Walt Whitman 2025 Contest, her poems have been translated in 14 languages and recognized as World’s Contemporary Writers 2024 in several anthologies. She conducts international haiku workshops.

She is an Editorial Ambassador, Bangladesh for the popular international literary magazine, Wordsmith International Editorial, USA and Board Ambassador of Literacy and Culture of the Asih Sasami Indonesia Foundation, Indonesia (2025-2030). Several of her articles and poems are utilized as teaching material in universities and academies in Bangladesh and China; some have been referenced in university research papers. She served as a faculty member of English department in Chittagong University of Engineering and Technology. Currently, she is the director of two prominent human resource development organisations: Continuing Education Centre (Bangladesh), and Cansaz Services and Distribution LLC (Canada). She is a professional trainer with 28 years of experience. She believes in literature as a driving force for awareness and change and also for inspiring writers, readers and change makers.

Poetry from Ana Elisa Medina

Middle aged smiling white woman with short blonde hair, holding two glasses of red wine.

The only truth is your name


Your name, pearly like the sea
with moonlit glimmers
and as white as mother-of-pearl
tastes of honey and water
of secrets from yesterday and today.

Your name makes me green again
and stirs my heart
with your deep kisses
and sweet, soft hands
that caress my skin
with the certain hope
of faithful love and passion
to live with humility.

A writer, mediator, and visual arts technician, she has published six books: Verses of the People; History of the First Constitutional Governor of Santa Cruz; Santa Cruz in Flames; Being With…; Man’s Anxiety; Paths of the Soul; more than seventy-five anthologies; magazines, newspapers, and cultural radio programs such as “Aonikenk” and “Cultural Bonfire,” as well as television programs, etc. She has received national and international awards. A member of the C.F.C. of SADE, president of IALL, she is involved in several cultural groups such as “Together for Letters,” “Literary Sparks,” and “Artemanaike,” etc.

Poetry from Olga Levadnaya

Blonde middle aged Eastern European woman in an off the shoulder dark party dress. Large bow in her hair.

MIDDAY

Sun, like a white-hot executioner’s block

rises slowly

over the alarmed smooth of the river.

The water seethes

in the iron arteries of the city.

People look in

at the damp eyes of the shops.

A breeze lazily goes through

the multicoloured beads of umbrellas.

The dome of Peter and Paul’s blazes,

like a freshly baked Easter cake.

The last shadows disappear

on the windblown, rough

face of the city,

and the thirst of eternity comes out

on the stone lips of the embankment.

Midday.

I live in it.

Olga Levadnaya, Russian visionary poet, world-famous public figure, Honored Worker of Culture of the Republic of Tatarstan, laureate of more than 20 republican, all-Russian, international literary awards, member of republican, Russian and international literary unions, author of 17 books of poetry and prose published in Russian, English, Tatar, Turkish, translated into 14 languages, author of more than 500 publications in magazines, anthologies in Russia and abroad, participant in numerous festivals, conferences, readings, member of the Assembly of the Peoples of the World, Ambassador of Peace, European Poetry, poetry of International Literature ACC Shanghai Huifeng (Shanghai, Huifeng), Department of Arts and Cultures, Plenipotentiary Representative for Culture in Russia of the Republic of Birland (Africa), literary consultant of the Academy of Literature, Science, Technology of Shanxi, the Zhongshan Poets’ Community (China), honorary founding member of the World Day of K. Cavafy (Greece, Egypt), coordinator of the International Literary Festival in Russia “Woman in Literature” (Mexico), creator and director of the International Music and Poetry Festival “Handshake of the Republics”, the Forum-Battle “Tournament of Poets and AI. RR”, the International TeleBridge RR, the International Youth Music and Poetry Competition-Festival “On the Fairytale Shore of Kazanka” based on the works of Olga Levadnaya, artistic director of the Kazan Poetic Theater “Dialogue”.

Poetry from Aura Echeverri Uribe

Blonde middle aged white woman in a dark collared short sleeve shirt.

Landslide 

On the mountain’s edge

man fears.

The hurricane

and the deafening winds.

Gloomy darkness.

Overflowing rivers,

the mountain roars.

The earth collapses

taking away the houses

and the people in droves.

Without trees,

the enchanted axe

felled them, embracing

death and desolation.

Aura Echeverri Uribe, Colombian. Writer of novels, short stories, and poems. I have published fourteen books: Six novels and eight books of short stories. My first book of poems is with the publisher and will be published soon, and I am currently writing a novel.

Poetry from Türkan Ergör

Young white woman in a dark top and green necklace with long blonde hair and a headband.

THERE IS JOURNEY

If him is going Him had to

go If him is not returning

Him had to stay This

road has an end There is

ourney at the end of this

road There is leave There

is eternity Every human

As like every passenger

One day depart Him

completes his own life.

Türkan Ergör, Sociologist, Philosopher, Writer, Poet, Art Photography Model. Türkan Ergör was born in 19 March 1975 in city Çanakkale, Turkey. She was selected International “Best Poet 2020”. She was selected International “Best Poet, Author/Writer 2021”. She was selected International “Best Poet, Writer/Author 2022”. She was awarded the FIRST PRIZE FOR THE OUTSTANDING AUTHOR IN 2022. She was awarded the 2023 “Zheng Nian Cup” “National Literary First Prize” by Beijing Awareness Literature Museum. She was awarded the “Certificate of Honor and Appreciation” and “Crimean Badge” by İSMAİL GASPRİNSKİY SCIENCE AND ART ACADEMY. She was awarded the “14k Gold Pen Award” by ESCRITORES SIN FRONTERAS ORGANIZACIÓN INTERNACIONAL.

Poetry from Aisha Al-Maharabi

Smiling Middle Eastern woman in a brown patterned headscarf and brown top.

Echo of My Words —–

Don’t be angry…

I don’t surrender to anger

And your ideal worlds

Don’t concern me

I am a man with a permit

To cross the thorns of pain

To speak

I do as I please,

I tear the cheeks of lilies,

I strike the face of dew,

I cast my weight upon the moments

I cross the seasons,

I throw love with the butts of my cigarettes

And with all my pride, I depart!!

And I return,

I return to paint hope,

I flirt with the letters anew

I am a knight in the art of words

All the letters

In my chamber, captives

Until the impetuosity leaves me!!

I am a man, you

From the remnants of bygone eras

I carry the books of civilization in my palm,

I brush away the dust of ignorance if it touches my shoulder

Standing tall like a mountain

Untouched by wounds Nor by follies…

I write my mornings

And cast shadows upon dreams!

From the depths of history

I live, I and my voice

I am all images

And all voices

Who are you?

Who are you?!

What are you?

Nothing but an echo of my words!

Poet/ Aisha Al-Maharabi Aden City Republic of Yemen Bachelor of Philosophy, University of Aden Married and a mother Worked in the field of teaching Participated in several Arab festivals in Egypt, Tunisia, Algeria, and Jordan Hobbies: Reading and writing in the field of poetry and literature My works have been published in several Arab and foreign newspapers, and I have had several press and radio interviews. – My poetry collection, “Master of the Evening,” was published in 2013 by the University Publishing House, Yemen. – “And the Daisy Breathed” was published in 2014 by Khalid Ibn Al-Walid Publishing House. – “How to Tame Longing” was published in 2014 by Al-Jeel Al-Jadeed Publishing House. – “Stuck Behind the Eyelids of the Homeland” was published in 2017 by Fikra Publishing House. – “Peace Be Upon You, Dawn” was published by Abrar Publishing House in 2019. – “And Madness Has Its Meaning” was published by the Poets on the Window of the World Foundation for Culture and Creativity in 2023.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Light skinned Latina woman with dark blonde hair, brown eyes, a black top and small silver necklace.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Loneliness When It Rains

The sky weeps tears of mercury,

each drop a dense, cold thought.

My soul, a ship adrift on a sea of ​​lead,

without a compass, without a port,

only the gray horizon.

The umbrella, a cage of broken ribs,

half-protecting me from the inner storm.

The streets, empty veins of a sleeping city,

where ghosts dance to the wind’s rhythm.

The silence, a rough cotton in my throat,

choking the words I never spoke.

I am a leafless tree in the eternal winter,

waiting for a spring that never comes.

The asphalt, an obsidian mirror,

reflecting my blurred face.

Each puddle, a blind eye watching me,

reminding me that I am alone in this labyrinth.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.